I wrote a story about a year or so ago entitled AMY. It might help you understand one of the characters better if you read it first.
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What is it about him? Why do I get wet when he comes in my office to deliver my mail? He isn't a stud, not even six feet tall. Average looks, average build, just some summer intern who is trying to make points. He's probably hoping to get a job here when he graduates from college next May.
He's so eager, does anything I ask of him and he does it well. Nice kid, twenty one years old, lives at home with his mother. She made an impression on me when I met her at the company picnic in August. She's my age, but much bigger than I and has this regal air about her. We were introduced but we didn't have much of a conversation. He spent the whole day by her side making sure she was never left alone and that she had everything she wanted.
My two daughters and my husband never took care of me like that. It's more that I have to look after them. I have to shop after work or on the weekends to make sure there is food in the house. I used to have to do all the cooking too, but now that the girls are old enough, I insisted that they can do the simple dinners. Sam, he never lifted a finger around the house, not until I braced him last month and now he does some of the yard work.
It feels good to get a little bit of respect and control at home. It feels even better in the office since I became a partner. Now when I say to someone, "I'd like you to do..." what ever, they jump. No more answers like, "I'm busy now," or "I'll get to it as soon as I can." Being a partner in the law firm has its privileges.
This kid, Evan is his name, is kind of klutzie. He always seems to be stumbling when he comes in here, always tripping over his own feet. He is kind of cute though, a little skinny but still nicely built. He wouldn't be so clumsy if he would watch what he was doing instead of always trying to get a look at my tits.
Even now, as he pulls my mail out of the cart, he glances up at me after he puts every piece, one at a time, onto my desk. Every time he puts an envelope down his eyes come up to my chest. At this rate, we'll never get out of here by five. Five o'clock, hmmmm, yes when every one is gone. I wonder,,,,,,,,,can I do this,,,,,,,,,he is so tempting.
"Evan." His eyes come up again to meet mine for a moment and then back south again to below my chin.
"Yes, Mrs. Hackett,"
"At the rate you're delivering my mail you'll be here until dinner time. Leave the rest for later and come back at five. You're disturbing me now and I can't get my work done. I should be gone by then and you can go home after you finish what you are doing now."
"Yes Mrs. Hackett."
He is so polite, so differential, so respectful, So.......submissive? What am I thinking? I wouldn't dare! Or would I? It could be so much fun. I wonder.........nah! That would be so evil!
At a quarter to five I went into my private wash room, where I took off my jacket and blouse. I lifted my boobs out of the cups of my bra and let them rest on top. It pushed them way up. The blouse went into my purse and the jacket back on me. With one button fastened on the jacket. Half of each tit was exposed. I looked like I was ready to explode.
I was sitting at my desk at five after five with the telephone to my ear and when I heard the knock, I pressed send. The phone dialed my preset home number and by the second knock I was talking to my eighteen year old daughter.
"Just a minute Krissy," I said to her, "Come in," I said to the door and then I continued, "Sorry Krissy, last minute screw up. You and Kimmie will have to make dinner tonight. Yeah, I know, but it doesn't happen very often. Make some hamburgers and a salad. No I don't know when I will get home. There's a contract I have to review and I'm not sure what files I will need. I have to do this here in the office. Take care of your father and don't burn his burger, he likes them medium rare. Bye, see you later."
I looked up from my desk and saw Evan staring at me. Well not at me, at my chest or more accurately, at my up lifted tits. He seemed to be in a daze, not sorting mail at all.
"Evan!" he didn't move. "Evan!" he came out of his daze.
"Yes, Mrs. Hackett."
"Are you going to deliver the mail or are you just going to just stand there."
"What?" he was moving like he was in a under water. "Oh, sorry Mrs. Hackett," and he started fumbling.
Meanwhile I got up from behind my desk, and turning towards the file cabinet behind my chair, I said to my self out loud, "Now where did I put that Jamison file."
I bent from the waist to look in the bottom drawer, my feet were about eighteen inches apart and it felt like the seams of my business skirt were ready to pop. It must have delineated every muscle in my thighs and ass. I heard a soft groan behind me as I held the position and hunted through the files. I'm sure the back of my skirt rose past the top of my stockings. He had to have seen the garter clips and maybe more than a little skin.
I pulled a random file from the drawer and I placed it on the desk as I sat down. Evan, standing in front of my desk, had a perfect view of my up thrust breasts so I leaned forward to give him an even better view. He also had a tent in the front of his pants.
I didn't know why I am doing this but I was getting a big kick out of playing him. It gave me a sense of power and I felt I could do anything I wanted with him. He was so humiliated, he was actually blushing. He looked so cute and vulnerable, I wanted to eat him up.
"Evan, you're embarrassing me with your behavior. Look at yourself. Have you no self control."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Hackett, it's just that you're........" He couldn't finish the sentence.
"Get out! Go! Come back tomorrow at five and make sure you won't embarrass yourself like this."
I burst out laughing when he closed the door behind him. God what power trip that was. I had that little twit wrapped around my finger. I wonder what I will do to him tomorrow. No, I wouldn't dare to do that. Would I?
The next day at five I heard his knock and I responded to it with the command, "Come in."
His head peeked around the door and I asked, "Are you going to be an embarrassment?"
"No Mrs. Hackett, I believe I have it under control."
"Then come in and bring my mail, I want to go over it before I go home."
Whatever he had done to control his erection worked to a degree. There was no tent but there was a noticeable bulge. It looked enormous. I had to see what was going on in there.
I had prepared my bosom the same way as I had the day before and as I leaned back in my high backed executive chair, I opened the button on my straining jacket. Everything popped out.
"Evan let out a huge groan, "Ohhh, God,"
"That's not self control, is it Evan?"
